Yesterday, I was trying to add another chapter to the manuscript I'm working on. Usually, I can do this when my kids are in school, and all is relatively quiet. Now that it's summer, it's a bit more challenging. As I sat down to write, a certain five foot tall individual came into the room with his radio blasting.
"Bubba," I said. "Can you please go somewhere else? I'm trying to write, and I can't do it with music on."
"What if I change the station? I can put classical music on for you."
I shook my head. "No, Bubba. I can't listen to any music. Even classical. It's too distracting."
He parked himself next to me. "What are you writing about?"
"Right now, I'm writing about a tsunami, and it's destroying the town."
He nodded. Then he got up with his radio and left.
Good, I thought. A little peace!
Unfortunately, it was short-lived. Bubba came back with his radio. And it was playing something else.
I listened. "Bubba, what is that?"
He grinned. "The sound of ocean waves. It'll help you write about tsunamis!"